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Clip #4: Haunted Corn Maze

Happy spooky month y'all!

Here's a short Halloween story for you guys :D

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South POV

It was kind of chilly out. October had come and brought its Autumnal edge with it, the crispness of the air a new feeling after the hot summer.

Obviously, Leyla didn't mind the cold. She always said fall fashion was her favorite, and she looked absolutely adorable. Not that that was any different than usual, she was adorable year round no matter what she wore. Despite her warm clothes, however, her cheeks were pink and raw from the cold breeze and she trembled slightly, trying to hide her shivers.

"Good grief, Leyla," I said, pulling her to me to warm her up. I held her hands in mine and shuddered at how cold they were.

She smiled a bit shyly. "I told you I'm a vampire."

I kissed her rosy cheek. "I'd take you any way, vampire, human, or-"

"Werewolf?" She cut me off, wrinkling her nose. I laughed.

"Even a werewolf."

We had recently watched the Twilight Saga, and I'd been having to read books and watch shows and movies to keep up with Leyla's constant referring to them.  It was exhausting, but the light in her eyes when I got her references was well worth it.

"Trust me," she muttered under her breath, "I won't be cold anymore once we get in there."

She pointed to the haunted corn maze, screams coming from inside.

"Don't count on me to protect you," I said, "I'm a total scaredy-cat."

How I wished I could be brave for her....

She smiled. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

I swallowed to keep the joy from spilling out. Leyla drew in a sharp breath as they took our tickets and allowed us to enter the maze. I squeezed her hand and she relaxed, just a little.

It was amazing how far we'd come in our relationship. From texting to awkward conversations in real life to this.

I never thought I'd ever get to hold Leyla Thomson's hand.

But here we were.

We stepped into the path, ducking into a small tunnel. Gunshots rang around us and I jumped, nearly smacking my head on the low ceiling. Leyla flinched a little and I squeezed her hand a little tighter.

We exited the house and Leyla cringed a little.

"Balloons," she said. "Look."

Red, blue, yellow, and green balloons hung on every side of us, hiding curves of the path and the clowns within.

"Great," I said, "I despise clowns."

"Howwww ruuuude," giggled a voice ahead of us.

"I'm gonna cry," I said to Leyla, who was laughing at the expression on my face. Her laughter soothed me a little and I forced myself to walk forward.

A balloon popped and Leyla went into karate mode, just out of instinct, holding her hands out like she was going to karate chop someone.... and she could, too, because she was totally in karate classes. Her cheeks reddened from their soft pink into ruddy red. She straightened and adjusted her jacket as I laughed. She smirked a little for some reason, and then I heard the voice in my ear.

"You shouldn't laugh at the girl, muahahahahahaha!"

I jumped and took off. I heard Leyla say, "Thanks, Vanna," and laugh as she walked off after me.